As A Man Is, So He Sees.

The Lamb Misused Breeds Public Strife And Yet Forgives The Butcher's Knife.

Celebrate Your Existence!

I Thought Love Lived In The Hot Sunshine, But O, He Lives In The Moony Light! I Thought To Find Love In The Heat Of Day, But Sweet Love Is The Comforter Of Night.

As A Man Is, So He Sees.

Then The Parson Might Preach, & Drink, & Sing, And We'd Be As Happy As Birds In The Spring; And Modest Dame Lurch, Who Is Always At Church, Would Not Have Bandy Children, Nor Fasting, Nor Birch.